Psalms 120

1 A Song of Ascents. Unto Yahweh, in the distress that befell me, I cried—and he answered me.

Oluyimba nga balinnya amadaala. Nkoowoola Mukama nga ndi mu nnaku, era n’annyanukula.

2 O Yahweh! rescue thou my soul—from the false lip, from the deceitful tongue.

Omponye, Ayi Mukama, emimwa egy’obulimba, n’olulimi olw’obukuusa.

3 What shall be given to thee, and what shall be added to thee, thou deceitful tongue?

Onooweebwa ki, era onookolebwa otya, ggwe olulimi olukuusa?

4 The arrows of the hero sharpened, with burning coals of broom.

Onoofumitibwa n’obusaale obwogi obw’omulwanyi omuzira, n’oyokerwa ku manda ag’omuti entaseesa.

5 Woe is me, That I sojourn in Meshek, —That I abide near the tents of Kedar!

Ndabye ennaku, kubanga mbeera mu Meseki; nsula mu weema za Kedali!

6 Long, hath my soul had her dwelling with him that hateth peace:

Ndudde nnyo mu bantu abakyawa eddembe.

7 I, am for peace, and verily I speak, They, are for war!

Nze njagala mirembe, naye bwe njogera bo baagala ntalo.